Post by Jessie Coulter on Dec 25, 2011 10:36:39 GMT -6
Some days I'm a super bitch
Up to my old tricks
But it won't last forever
Next day I'm your super girl
Out to save the world
And it keeps gettin' better--
Name: Jessica Rayne Coulter
Nicknames: Jess or Jessie
Age:28
Classification:Hunter
Orientation: Straight
Affiliations: Hunters
Occupation: Bartender, mechanic, FBI agent, whatever the day needs, so to speak.
PB Claim: Jessica Biel
Personal Description: Jess is athletic looking brunette with long chocolate locks she usually wears up in a ponytail. Standing at a nice 5'6" and weighing about 130lbs, she keeps herself fit and toned in order to do her job but she isn't anyones idea of a weight freak.
Personality: Jessie is alot of things rolled into one. A tomboy at heart, she's tough, sarcastic and not against using a bit of muscle to get what she needs. Shes also honest to a fault, stubborn and a bit tempermental. The things she values most is loyalty, honesty and courage but she uses her tough exterior to hide a soft heart that hopes someday to find a guy like the ones she grew up admiring for her own.
Jess is also a bit ofa party animal and isn't above getting right in someones face if they annoy her. Having grown up around guys, shes a bit rough around the edges but has a sweet side if you can get underneath all the muck.
Personal Style:Jessica loves leather pants and skimpy shirts that leave her arms bare for better fighting mobility. A tomboy at heart, she very seldom wears dresses but when she does, she goes all out. Hair is typically worn pulled back and makeup is almost an unknown factor to her. Her taste in shoes tends to run to boots and she carries a dagger in the right one.
Personality Quirks: Any Habits, pet peeves or quirks that your character has that others should know about? Or will become known?
History:
(Born to both a sear and a hunter, Jessica Raye Coulter (AKA JESSIE), grew up under a cloud of suspition. Due to both her mothers ability and her fathers career, they moved around a lot and her only constant friend was her brother Trey. From the time the twins could walk, they could communicate in weird ways and constantly got into trouble in whatever school they were sent to. The blond haired little angels constantly did things to scare the kids at school and often were sent home from school with teachers notes. Unable to scold them to much for their actions, after all; they were only telling the truth, their parents searched for ways to help their children fit in.
In an act of desperation, their parents decided it best to school them from home ( or the road, whichever it may have been) and they began to learn the tricks of their fathers trade at his side. When they were not pouring over their school books, they could be found practicing martial arts, hand to hand combat, and weapon use. As a matched pair of different sex, the two grew from childhood to young adulthood with a very different perspective of the world than most kids their age. When they were old enough to really understand what their father did, they quickly dedicated themselves to his cause.
Carey was not pleased by his daughters desire to learn the same things her brother did but quickly buckled under the pressure of both their pleas. He decided it best that she know how to protect herself from the evil that resided in the world and set about teaching them both to hunt.
However, for all that he was a hunter, he hoped that someday they would find more than just spirits to care deeply about. His and Lilly dreams seemed to be answered when Trey suddenly fell in love with a bright med student attending Kansas University in Lawerence, Kansas. The family even went so far as to settle there so that he would have a chance at a natural future.
Disgruntled at suddenly finding herself alone, Jessie was just learning to cope with his desertion when an anguished call changed her life. Rushing to her brothers side, she found his fiance dead and Trey in a mad rant. Before she could think of a way too stop him, he disappeared. Two days later, she and her parents were informed that he had been in an accident that had nothing left of his remains. In that moment, her father became an old man and it was left to Jessie to destroy the being who destroyed.
From there, life spun out of control as the young woman grieved for the loss a twin who was like half of herself and then then watched her mother decline until a sudden sickness tore her from them. Forced to bury yet another loved one, Carey Coulter took to the bottle and his daughter watched the once strong man become a drunk with an obsession to find answers in the bottom of a bottle. One night, things exploded and the young huntress walked out on her one remaining tie and began hunting alone.
For the next two years, Jessie roamed the country hunting things and doing the only thing she knew how. Along the way, she meet and had a relationship with Andrew Cooper only to discover him possessed by an incubus. Forced to shoot him, she vowed never to let another man close and stayed long enough to know he was on the mend before hightailing it for parts unknown.
Eight months ago, she wandered into New Orleans to see a friend and try to take back the reins of her life. Having found that Trey still lived, the twins sought to rebuild their relationship even as each discovered new paths to live. About this same time, Jessie meet Dean Winchester and have a wild, if volatile courtship with him for a few months only to have it blow up and end in heartbreak.
Now, she hunts for a treasure long forgotten in order to give her life meaning and help stop the holy war on the horizon.
Roleplay Example:
Well, darn it. Didn't it just figure that whatever romantic time they'd been about to have would get crushed by a bunch of bloodsucking monsters straight out of a scifi horror movie. Sometimes it just didn't pay to be a kick ass huntress with a hero complex. Why couldn't she have a normal night out on the town without all hell breaking loose? Was there something in the job description she'd missed somewhere? Oh right... There was no job description. It was merely one of those kill or be killed occupations. Someone had seriously forgotten to send out a memo on that one!
Just then, Dean's voice broke through her train of thought and she glanced back over his shoulder.
“A little fight?” He asked with a raised brow, glancing back at the building. People were still running out screaming and waving their hands, and bodies lay scattered on the sidewalk around it. “You call THAT a little fight? Woman, you’re getting to be as jaded as I am, and that’s saying a lot.”
Trying to smile, Jess laid her head on his shoulder and hissed a bit as the bit on her neck throbbed.
"Awwww.. Whats a matter, baby? Those were nothing but a bunch of little parasites and we swatted them straight back to their maker where they belong.. In case you didn't notice... The fight was pretty much over except for a few pesky ones that the others were taking care of..." she breathed out. "And you know.... If you put me down... I can walk on my own... you really don't have to carry me, Dean...."
When he only gave her a look and then headed down an alleyway, Jessie realized that the Impala was waiting like a trusted stead of old. Inwardly, she was relieved that the distance hadn't been to greet cause she actually WASN"T feeling quiet like herself. As they reached the vehicle, she was suprised when Dean bit out a fierce
"Stay!"
Hmmm.. Ok... This was different. Jessie began to realize that Dean really was upset about her whole being wounded thing. As he dove into the trunk to look around for something, she frowned. Soon he popped back out with something that resembled a beat up first aid kit and the huntress stared at him for a long moment before sighing. Allowing him to tend to her wound, she pondered her words before she reached up to lay a hand on his cheek. Waiting until he glanced up at her face, she gazed at him seriously before saying.
"Baby... I'm OK. I'm not going to die.... This isn't any worse than any other wounds I've had and its just a hazard of the job. You know that...... I'm still alive and breathing and the danger is past. I could have gotten hurt a hell of a lot worse just by driving here tonight... "
Tilting her head a bit, she looked down at her dress and thigh high boots a bit ruefully and then tried to lighten the moment.
"And damn.... This dress was as expensive as hell... I wanted to get it off but not quiet in this condition... Why is it that every time I decide to get sexy some insane fool ruins the effects? Driving you crazy with passion is one thing... Driving you insane with worry is totally another.. Maybe I should just forget the whole sexy dress thing from here on out?"
Just then, Dean's voice broke through her train of thought and she glanced back over his shoulder.
“A little fight?” He asked with a raised brow, glancing back at the building. People were still running out screaming and waving their hands, and bodies lay scattered on the sidewalk around it. “You call THAT a little fight? Woman, you’re getting to be as jaded as I am, and that’s saying a lot.”
Trying to smile, Jess laid her head on his shoulder and hissed a bit as the bit on her neck throbbed.
"Awwww.. Whats a matter, baby? Those were nothing but a bunch of little parasites and we swatted them straight back to their maker where they belong.. In case you didn't notice... The fight was pretty much over except for a few pesky ones that the others were taking care of..." she breathed out. "And you know.... If you put me down... I can walk on my own... you really don't have to carry me, Dean...."
When he only gave her a look and then headed down an alleyway, Jessie realized that the Impala was waiting like a trusted stead of old. Inwardly, she was relieved that the distance hadn't been to greet cause she actually WASN"T feeling quiet like herself. As they reached the vehicle, she was suprised when Dean bit out a fierce
"Stay!"
Hmmm.. Ok... This was different. Jessie began to realize that Dean really was upset about her whole being wounded thing. As he dove into the trunk to look around for something, she frowned. Soon he popped back out with something that resembled a beat up first aid kit and the huntress stared at him for a long moment before sighing. Allowing him to tend to her wound, she pondered her words before she reached up to lay a hand on his cheek. Waiting until he glanced up at her face, she gazed at him seriously before saying.
"Baby... I'm OK. I'm not going to die.... This isn't any worse than any other wounds I've had and its just a hazard of the job. You know that...... I'm still alive and breathing and the danger is past. I could have gotten hurt a hell of a lot worse just by driving here tonight... "
Tilting her head a bit, she looked down at her dress and thigh high boots a bit ruefully and then tried to lighten the moment.
"And damn.... This dress was as expensive as hell... I wanted to get it off but not quiet in this condition... Why is it that every time I decide to get sexy some insane fool ruins the effects? Driving you crazy with passion is one thing... Driving you insane with worry is totally another.. Maybe I should just forget the whole sexy dress thing from here on out?"
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